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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Suddenly, I am bereft of words. How weary one grows, taking step after step, day after day. So many, many things crowd my days... but, despite their frantic tugging at my soul, despite how they wrap around my thoughts, at every moment, they are joyous things.

Things such as...

When I've finished my Math, I'll be ready for college in the fall.

If I keep, working, keep striving, my card business will become something.

How excited all my family members will be

When they unveil,on Christmas morning,

the treasures being created under their very noses.

If I don't stop, if I keep on, I'll have my driving license before February.

How much I will enjoy, once I have practiced to my satisfaction,

standing in the third floor closet, recording the vocals for our newest song.

And then, waiting its turn at the back of my mind...

When I get a moment, a blessed, empty moment,

to sit down, and write a description of my book,

what it is about, why it is important in today's market,

and what genre it fits in, then, Oh Then!

I can package it up in a large yellow envelope,

and put it in the mail.. in the mail,

on its way to a publisher, to see what we can see.

Mmm.... and now the night grows late, and sleeps tugs at me. Tomorrow is a new day, a full day, and, hopefully, a successful day.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

I was finishing the last of the supper dishes when Matthew came running into the kitchen, pulling at my hand and saying, "Jo, I neeeeeedyou!! You have to come!"

(And yes, he's usually this intense about everything:))

I giggled as I followed him, thinking he needed the hall light switched on so he wouldn't be scared while putting his winter pj's on.

He raced me up the stairs and then came to an abrupt stop near the top of the stairs and pulling me down to his level, he pointed straight across to the hall ceiling.

"Someone needs to get a broomfastand clean that cobweb!!"

My mouth opened in shock that such a cobweb even existed in our household, (unseen and out of sight that it was) and then my shock turned to a smile at the simple things that Matt notices and that are VERY important to him... the things that we're too much in hurry, rushing up and down the stairs, tonotice.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Did you know that your brain can go on overload? I found mine doing just that today. Like a muscle, it fought to work with the thoughts I laid against it. Like a muscle it ached and strained. Like a muscle it cried out when it could take no more. But I kept pushing. I needed to keep working.

But, like a muscle that needs a break, my brain collapsed. Whew.... my emotions flooded out, like a river freed with the breaking of a dam. But, now, like a muscle, merely sitting still will not re-build it. My brain needs a soft, easy flow of thoughts, to bring it slowly into use again.

So here I am, feeling the nerves in my fingers as they touch, one at a time, the letters on my keyboard, feeling the gentle pulse of my recuperating brain as my thoughts slide softly through my hands.

And here, in the warm silence of this room, the stronger side of my brain, the creative side, is touched by a thought from my Savior.

Take a step back. Look again at those things that jar at your brain, that push heavy thoughts against your soul, those things that bring tears to your eyes and weariness to your heart. Be still. Rest. And look again. The glass that was once half empty, is now half full. Understanding brings peace.